“I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. “I was glad you did not send it back again,” he said. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. ‘Suzanne, if I may say, had also not the choice. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. I hate children. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,—a sort of undress, or sack, then much in vogue,—which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets.
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